Confirmed by Fire

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Long after the rivers cooled and the sky learned new colors, this moment was
preserved—not as memory, but as proof.

Chroniclers would later argue over causes, names, and motives. They would invent
genealogies, divine endorsements, and rival claims. None of that appears here.
What remained, across every telling, was the test itself.

The world was unfinished. Its laws were unstable, its boundaries molten. In that
interval—before crowns, before cities, before the fiction of permanence—a single
figure stood where formation was still violent. Fire rose. Stone yielded. The land
declared its terms without negotiation.

He did not speak. He did not gesture. The blade was not raised in threat or triumph,
but held as one holds a measure—present, visible, sufficient. The fire advanced. It
did not refuse him.

Later ages would call this destiny, or right, or divine favor. Those were conveniences.
At the time, no such vocabulary existed. There was only the condition, and its outcome.

This is why the moment endured. Not because it was witnessed, but because it was
confirmed. When the world tested its own becoming, it accepted the result.

Everything that followed—law, lineage, legend—was commentary.